So I really didn’t have much to write about this week. It hasn’t been
a huge news week locally. Some good news, mostly the transformation of
the landscape from arctic tundra to dirty lake sprinkled with cars and
buildings. So I was contemplating when I ran across something that
leaped to my attention. It was a simple headline: “Barbie-obsessed woman
uses hypnotherapy to make herself ‘brainless.’” Yes, I was amazed too.
the short version: California woman is obsessed with being a real-life
Barbie. She’s already had five plastic surgeries on various body parts
to make her look the part. She has the blonde hair, the over-exaggerated
bustline, the wardrobe, but she has this problem. She’s too smart. So
what is she doing about being too intelligent to be a proper Barbie
doll? She’s trying to get rid of that pesky brain she was born with. And
how does one get rid of a brain? Hynotherapy. She’s going through two
or three sessions of hypnotherapy sessions a week to dumb down her
thoughts. Yes. She’s too smart, so she’s spending actual money to have
someone make her stupider. Let that sink in for a while.
sat through at least 20 sessions as of earlier this week. Her report is
that it must be working because she’s already starting to feel ditzy and
confused all the time. Perhaps she doesn’t remember feeling ditzy and
confused when she agreed to pay some guy to hypnotize her to make her
stupid. I have my doubts that she was college material at that point.
She actually stated that she wants to be brainless and that being a
human doesn’t make sense. She wants to be completely plastic.
thought of a living person considering herself too smart and paying
someone to make her stupid goes right off the irony charts. She pours
out her thoughts on a Twitter account where she unafraid to show off her
plastic-enhanced bustline. The entries read like a giggling airhead, so
maybe that hypnotherapy is really working.
For the record, her
family hates her lifestyle, and that her plastic looks seem to turn
people off, she admitted. But she loves the way she looks. At least she
will until she starts cracking. On second thought, she may already be
To a certain extent I can understand her wanting to be a
Barbie. I remember my sister’s Barbies when I was growing up. She had
sports cars, dream houses, and all kinds of status items. Maybe our
California doll thinks she’s going to open a box and find her new home.
Maybe she wants a nice plastic boyfriend. I don’t know. I’m out of
excuses for her.
Of course the person who is really making out
like a thief in all this is the hypnotherapist. You wouldn’t even need
to bother hypnotizing her. She’s pretty much brainless at this point
anyway. Tell her that the best way to make her stupid is to slap her in
the face a few dozen times. Cash your check. It’s that easy.
I’m done laughing at her. It’s really a sad story. This lady is
obsessed with a childhood toy. She is longing for a fake world and
rejecting a real one. She wants to fritter away what limited brain power
she actually has. She is embracing plastic instead of flesh. The more I
read of her, she almost seems to be a role model for too many people
today. Be someone from whom nothing much is expected. Polish yourself up
and look pretty sitting over there in the corner. Be concerned with no
one or nothing other than your own looks. That’s the image that too much
media puts out for young women and young men. Praise for the pretty.
Ignore those who really make a difference. Be the next Kardashian. Go
My prayers for those who long only for their Malibu Dream House and a fabulous wardrobe.